The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-10-27
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bor, said Mrs. Maddingly.
WELL" said Joceline, languidly
looking up from the gold stork she
was embroidering on black satin
banner; what of ftp"
Mrs. Maddingly was a full-fedged
lady of fashion who believed in Nam
mon and all his angels, and who had
undertaken to marry off Joceline, her
niece, brilliantly.
Joceline Gray, the niece aforesaid,
was the beautiful daughter of an i'm
pecunious Washington office-holder,
and she did not quite know whether
she liked the business of rich-husband-
hunting or not.
She knew that she had il in her to be
a model fine lady; she liked to spend
money, and she delighted in purple
and fine linen, and she was conscious
that she could never again be satisfied
with c street boarding house and an
allowance of twenty dollars a month
for pin-money.
And here she sat at the window of
the Harbor Hotel, a problem to her.
self even more than to other people.
What of it?" repeated Mrs. Mad
dinghy, adjusting her lace tucker I'M
der the diamond bar that glittered like
white fire. 'Why, Sir Leonard Dart
mouth has followed you here-that is
all! Kiss me, darling, l knew you
were destined to be success, but l
never expected you would win title" ."
A deep crimson flush rose into Joce-
lines cheeks, although she strove to
look indifferent.
''Sir Leonard isn't half as nice as
some of our American gentlemen" +"
said she, working diligently away at
the eye of the comtemplative stork.
"But there's the title" said Mrs.
Maddingly. ''Only think of it, dear
Lady Dartmouth And the prop
erty III Wales, and the Scotch moor,
and the house in Grosvenor squarew
Joceline made 10 reply,
She was looking thoughtfully down at
the bright blue waters of the harbor,
with the misty walls of the Porcupine
Rocks towering up in the distance;
but she did not see the fluttering sails
of the White Gull.
Her memory had gone back to the
little Maine tishing-station where the
year before, she and her sister had
spent their uneventful summer, rock
ing in Adam Church's little boat, help
ing him with his duties at the life-sav-
ing station, watching the light of the
lighthouse, which streamed out upon
the mighty deep like trail of fire.
What stately handsome young fell
low Adam Church was How unlike
yellow-faced little Sir. Leonard Dart
mouth, whom they met at Saratoga af
terwardsi
Adam had asked her to be his wife
ne had perceived no inequality be-
tween them-and she had laughed at
him.
Il shouldn't shine as a fisherman's
wife, Adam" she had said lightly. Il
am sorry-oh, ever so sorry!-that you
have misinterpreted me so dreadfully.
And l never shall forget your kind
ness to me and Roselle"
And so she had gone, smiling out of
his little world into her own wider
sphere.
But there was such a thing rs
Nemesis even in the career of society
belle; and, now that time had inter-
posed its shadowy screen between the
then and the now, Joceline found her.
self for ever unconsciously comparing
Adam Church's clear-cut face and lofty
brow with Sir Leonard Dartmouth's
monkey-features and rolling yellow
eyeballs-Adam's quiet intelligent con-
versation with Sir Leonard's unmean-
ing CALCULATIONS and vapid remarks.
And all of a sudden it came to her,
just as she felt that the English title
was within her reach, that she did not
care straw for Sir Leonard, but that,
on the contrary, she was in love with
the young captain of the life-saving
crew at Barton Head in Maine.
She looken blankly at her aunt, who
was chattering aimlessly on about
evening-toilets, Escurial laces, blonde
scarves-she knew not what
Isn't it very warm in hereP" she
said at last rising hurriedly. Where
is Roselle? Why can't we go for a
walk, down by the beach?"
MY dear child, are you crazyP"
said Mrs. Maddingly. Nobody goes
out at this time of day.
That's the very reason ! want to
co. persisted Joceline. "Roselle, get
your hat and sunshade."
But you'll miss Sir Leonardo
81 shall survive that" said Joceline,
with little shrug of her shoulders.
Mrs. Maddingly looked at her niece
with a sort of admiration.
"She knows" thought the veteran
matchmaker. THAT a little reserve
will only enhance her value in this
young Englishman's eyes. | needn't
interfere. She understands her busi-
ness better than | can teach her, the
darling!"
And she fell to considering what So
cial promotion it would be when she
should be called the aunt of Lady Dart
mouth
Meanwhile, the two sisters, keeping
well ont Of ele hpe Of fashfoHabfe